"It turns out it's you. I thought it was another desperate person looking for trouble."

"Haha... With the little junior sister here to guard the place, who can come to Feng Ya'er's side regardless of life or death?"

"Someone has been there..."

"who……"

"What bastard from an ancient country? I, Qing'er, have protected her for so many years..."

"I didn't expect that shameless guy to hurt her, right?"

With an evil smile on her face, Leng Wushuang approached Qing'er.

"Little junior sister, I have a way to relieve your anger."

"What method?"

"Don't Wanyang like handsome young masters? How about we work together to get him to Wanyang's palace? This way we can avenge you for being bullied by her all these years..."

"You must have thought carefully, and it saved you from being harassed by her, right?"

Leng Wushuang flicked her hair and said in a charming manner, "Junior sister is really smart, senior brother can break it with just one move."

"You are obviously a man, why do you have to shake your hair like a woman?"

Leng Wushuang closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "Although you are only a few years older than me, you are still my junior sister. Why do I think I am older than you when I look at you with such a look of disgust on your face?"

"Bigger than me? Putting aside everything else, it's true that you have a bigger head than me..."

"Why do you say that?"

"There is Mr. Mo before you divorce, and now you have Mr. Mo. Apart from your face and your skillful hands, you really have nothing to offer..."

"Well, after hearing what you said, I'm really starting to get a headache..."

The two people were talking outside the house, but they didn't notice a dark figure approaching urgently.

"call……"

"Ning'er, even if I die, I will die on your bed instead of you throwing me on the snow in the middle of winter."

Ning Si, who was in her dream, suddenly felt a chill in her stomach. The cold air was making her shiver.

"hiss……"

Slowly opening his eyes, he had the most disgusting face.

"Am I really dreaming?"

Li Yan pressed hard with his big hand, making Ning Si tremble from the cold.

"What are you doing? Aren't you afraid that Qing'er will come and take your head?"

Li Yan narrowed his eyes and said firmly: "She doesn't dare..."

"How do you know she doesn't dare?"

"Because she was conspiring with that Leng Wushuang to send me to Princess Wanyang's bed..."

Li Yan's original intention was that after saying this, he would see a different Ning Si.

"Then why don't you take action? Why does Leng Wushuang just talk and not practice?"

With a sharp kick, I accidentally kicked where I shouldn't have.

"Uh... you..."

Ning Si walked out of bed barefoot, her pajamas fluttering in the breeze, like a god or an immortal.

Li Yan was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong with me? I didn't shout assassin at the door. I've already given you enough face and respect. If you want to leave safely, you'd better get off my bed."

When Ning Si rolled his eyes, Li Yan put his hand on his chin and smiled coquettishly.

"I am your princess Zhaoyang's consort. If I am not waiting on your bed to serve you, princess, where should I go?"

"Li Yan, can you stop being so shameless? I've told you countless times, I want you to get out, I want you to get out of my world smoothly."

Li Yan winked mischievously, "Madam, what should I do if my husband wants to come back in a smooth way?"

Hearing Li Yan's answer, Ning Si felt as if she had returned to the 21st century.

There are too many novel words in that world, and there are too many fresh and catchy languages.
Chapter completed!